The Magus Book Novels & Stories

They were scribblings, points hastily jotted down, but Xavier could make out some parts like — 'organisation → humans — mage... human -pawn'. Xavier furrowed his eyebrows. Why was mage mentioned in here? At the moment, he could not make any sense of the documents. He folded them neatly before pocketing them. He slid the 'book' back to its place and went out of the room.

she said with suspicion. "In our world, Verendus, there are three realms being managed by these three major gods namely Gwydion, Aengus and Cailleach. Gwydion manages Caelistis which is the realm in the sky. Aengus, on the other hand, manages Pandeia which is the realm underneath us. Lastly, Cailleach manages Middea which is the middle realm where we live. In a world where we have three different yet big divisions, don't you think it's normal to have or learn different types of magic? You asked why am I certain about your magic? Because those who are born with a sacred curse often possess the same magic—black magic. I'm giving this diary to you because the old owner of it possessed the same

"Definitely not an ordinary human being of the kingdom. I would have to ask my father about this strange man." The problem was that the Khelum Kingdom was home to a wide range of creatures, including wizards, witches, sorcerers, and mages. Then there were the non-magical creatures to contend with. Normally, if a person was born without magic in the kingdom, it was because their ancestors had thrown the kingdom's magical equilibrium out of order. As a result, their descendants would be born as regular humans. I had no idea what power Charles possessed since I couldn't sense it. My father, hopefully, did.

Unzipping my bag, I hand her the book of spells and hexes. ‘Magnus, where did you get this? Do you know how much trouble we can get into for having this?’ ‘Yeah, I know. I’m just borrowing it for a while. I’ll return it later.’ ‘You shouldn’t have this.’ ‘Nina, I took it to help you.’ ‘How is that book going to help me?’ Read this part here.

Unzipping my bag, I hand her the book of spells and hexes. ‘Magnus, where did you get this? Do you know how much trouble we can get into for having this?’ ‘Yeah, I know. I’m just borrowing it for a while. I’ll return it later.’ ‘You shouldn’t have this.’ ‘Nina, I took it to help you.’ ‘How is that book going to help me?’ Read this part here.

With her still body that stops twisting a few second ago after feeling my scythe on her face that I allowed her to feel plus hearing my voice, her misty eyes that sees no more than despaired cleared a bit and said with all her strength “wh…what d..o you w*..t?” What she didn’t expect that the answer that she waits to hear never come but Inside her mind he talked with thundering voice that gives her unexpectedly some warmth “ To become my witch” he said it like there no room for refusal and so she nodded while hearing his second phrase “… and take your revenge”…and then everything darkened and before even think of feeling anxious she passed out.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!